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Titans: Dawn of a New Tomorrow

I am super interested, but just want to make sure that a knowledge of the events of the past play isn't too needed

The Consortium

CLAY

"Easy now with the cargo, y'all! Capin' ain't gonna be any pleased if she finds only broken or dinged supplies once we get off the ground!" A voice that sounded like an avalanche roaring its way down a mountainside boomed over a group of the pixie deckhands that were bickering over a crate of sugars that was set to go to the ship's kitchen quarters. The owner of the thunderous voice was no other than the ship's giant of a bosun, Clay. He offered the little fairy folks a stern look that quickly melted into a warm smile as he kneeled down and scooped up the box of sweets, settling it onto his shoulder with ease before letting one of his meaty mitts slip into his pocket and fish out a nice chunk of rock candy. The stone covered Goliath gave the candy a quick squeeze and caused it to break into a small handful of shards that he happily handed to each of the pint-sized pirates. "Y'all get yer sweet tooth fix with these then load up the last few boxes, alright? Too easy!" Clay said with a warm laugh as he stood back to his full staggering height and hauled the crate of sugars the rest of the way onto the ship, leaving the little group of tiny barbarians to fight over their newly awarded rock candy.

It was hard not to notice Clay as he made his way around the ship, his towering size set aside the behemoth of a man filled the halls with a cacophony of off-key whistling that did little for the moods of the pixie workers that lugged the supplies alongside him. Despite all of the looks and small comments he spurred from the others, Clay was far too happy to pay them any of the mind he did have. He was about to set across the stars with a crew of honest people and make more money than he had ever seen before, what was not to be excited about? All this joyous energy was practically radiating off of the big lug as he helped lug round after round of supplies onto the ship, eventually seeming to have loaded the ship by himself as he constantly had to break up fights between the other ship hands with quick bribes of sweets.

It was once the last of the cargo was safely accounted for and secured that Clay made his way to the deck and caught sight of the rest of his less vertically challenged crewmates, a wide grin planting itself on his stone face. "Hey there y'all! Well, guess I should be sayin' ahoy now, right?" The living mountain said with a hearty laugh and snort at his own joke before waving it off. "But really just wanted to say can't wait to get this goin'. Ya seem like really fine folk." Clay would say in a tone to dripped with genuine excitement before his eyes fell onto his new violet shaded leader. "Oh I'm sorry Capin' probably should of told ya first, but all hands and supplies are secured and ready fer sailin'. Won't let it happen again." The giant's tone would grow a little more formal as he took his hat off quickly and stood up a little more rigidly, it would seem that he was trying to make a good first impression.

The Consortium

Clay

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Brorfjell Gathakukate

"Y'all Can Just Call Me Clay."

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Character Summary

Name
Brorfjell Gathakukate

Aliases
Clay, My Lil Pebble, Dunderhead, Softie

Age
35

Species
Genasi Goliath

Gender
Male

Occupation/position
Barbarian/Bosun. Former warehouse worker.

Alignment
Chaotic Good

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Appearance

Height
8'3"

Build
He's a brick house. Broad and heafty with a small boulder of a belly.

Eyes
Clay has bright eyes that seem to be made from amber gems.

Hair
No matter how hard he tries Clay is as bald as a stone from head to toe.

Skin Tone
Clay has thick stone like skin that is a dull shade of asphalt grey.

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings
Clay is covered in a number of cracks and chips coating his stone hide, resembling a rather well-used road. One that seems to be a bit more deliberate is a heart shape that looks like it was chiseled into the mountain of a man's right shoulder, in the center of the heart is the word MoM written in the Giant tongue.

Personal Style
Clay dresses rather simply and comfortably in order to be ready to jump into most of the menial and physical jobs he usually does. Usually dawning some form of sleeveless shirt and a pair of work pants that he keeps up with a set of suspenders along with a reliable pair of thick boots. Clay also is a big fan of hats, his most worn one being a dark grey newsboy cap.

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Personality

Kindhearted* Optimistic* Boisterous* Determend* Passonite* A Bit Dim

Relationship Status
"Ma always said I needed to find me someone that liked me fer me soft heart."
Single

Questionnaire

What first impression do you make?
"Think the first thing most folks say when they see me is tall. So I guess there's that."

What are you like in a high-stress situation?
"I like to think I can keep a cool head when the water gets hot. Though I do have my moments were a bit of me yellow-belly shows and things just have to be done without too much of that fancy thoughtin' gettin' in the way."

What are your best and worst qualities?
"My Ma always said I got a big ol' heart and that was my biggest strength and weakness. Don't rightly know what that means, but I just know I like to help folks when they ask fer it."

What is something about yourself that you would never admit to anyone?
"When I'm fightin' there are times that things just go all colorful and I don't even remember what is happenin'. Scares me outright honestly."

What are your dreams?
"Oh I have lots of dreams! Sometimes I dream 'bout bein' able to fly, ya know without a ship and all those fancy doodads. Othertimes there are weird ones where I'm back on the assembly line, but only in my draws, those are mighty embarrassin'. Oh oh I also dream 'bout havin' a nice set of hair, just think it would be nice to brush is all."

How do you want to be seen by others?
"Suppose I just want to be seen as more than just a big ol' rock. Lots of folks think I'm mighty unpleasant just cause I'm a bit on the hefty side. Makes me sad honestly, I always like makin' new friends."

How do you see yourself?
"Is that a trick question? Can't really see myself less I got somethin' like a mirror on hand. Though I guess anything shiny enough could work I suppose, like a clean pot or somethin'."

Do you tend to make snap judgments, or stop and think about things?
"Well most things are pretty simple if ya ask me. Don't take too much thought to do the right thing at the end of the day and if ya do the right thing yer life is pretty simple.

What haunts you?
"Can't say I've run into too many of the spirit types in my life, never been a big fan of messin' with all that voodoo stuff. Though I guess the biggest worry on my mind is my Ma, she still back on the homestead ya see. I'm just hoppin' that this job gives me enough of a deep pocket to send some home to her and let her have a nice retirement, she been workin' and takin' care of me all my life I just feel like I deserve to pay her back a bit."

What is your philosophy on life?
"Just do the right thing and help others when ya can. No better feelin' in the world than when ya get a nice thank ya from a new friend. Oh and whistle while ya work! It helps the day go by a bit sweeter."

Habits

• Whistles while he does idle tasks, much to other crewmates annoyance.
• Often cracks his knuckles and neck, which wouldn't be so bad if it didn't sound like ground being broken open.
• When really frustrated Clay curses quietly in Giant.

Hobbies

• Card Games
• Cigar Smoking
• Star Gazing
• Social Drinking, the big lug is a bit of a lightweight
• Hat shopping

Fears

• Deep Water, not too strong of a swimmer
• Solar Storms
• Blacking out during battles

Likes

• Rock Candy
• A Nice Hat
• Sweet Mixed Drinks
• Music
• Meeting New People
• Curly Hair

Dislikes

• Greedy People
• Hangovers
• Small Beds
• Mistreatment Of Others
• The Smell Of Gun Powder
• People Talking Bad About His Ma

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Information

General Skills

• Heavy Machinerary Operating
• Basic Repair Skills, Normally Just Patch Work
• Heavy Lifting
• People Management
• Listening
• Personal Hygiene
• Rock Eating

Magical/Speciality Skills

• Hand to Hand Combat
  More Specificatly Bare-Knuckle Boxing
• Wrestling
  Clay excels at pulling people into holds until they cool off and come to their senses.
• Rage
  Though Clay doesn't like to admit it when he blacks out in combat he actually becomes an even more dangerous fighter.
• Thickskinned
  Clay's rocky exterior does serve as a good bit of padding for the big lug, making him more durable than most and letting deal out some pretty jarring blows.
• Wild Soul
  When he goes into a rage chaotic magics jump forth from Clay's body, though he has very little control over the effects.

Inventory

• A set of bronze Goliath knuckle dusters
• A bag of rock candy
• An extra large canteen
• A pack of cigars
• A small book of letters from home
• A respectable hat collection

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History

Summary
"It is mighty kind of ya to want to hear me spin a yarn there, friend, but I'm afraid my story ain't all that interestin'. I was born on Aalona like a lot of Goliaths, we're a strong lot that likes the cold so the little rock is just right fer us I suppose. My Ma was a foreman at one of the big distributin' warehouses on the planet, third-largest one in fact. She's a hells of a woman with a mighty heart and an even mightier right hook, can't tell ya how many folk's teeth I've seen her layout cross the assembly line floor. Never met me Pa, Ma always said he was a mud pit of a man that only cared fer money and himself. I think that was her way of tellin' me that he was one of those Genasi types, I don't know too much 'bout 'em 'cept partly my Pa was one of the earth kind, explains why I'm a bit more thick-skinned than most. 'pparently he was some smooth talker that managed to woo my Ma into bed fer a spell 'fore cuttin' his ties and jumpin' planet on an off goin' cargo ship. 'spite all that Ma always said that the only good thing he really did was give her me, so he can't be all bad."

"Anywho life wasn't too bad growin' up; had good family and friends, plenty of nice long winters fer snowball fightin', and if yer on Aalona ya always have work at either the warehouses tendin' to supplies or joinin' up with one of the military bases on the plant. Though to be fair I ain't ever had much of a stomach fer all that warfare stuff, most scrapes I've been in are just some good-natured roughhousin'."

"Though to be honest warehouse work can get pretty risky if ya ain't careful, lots of mishaps happen on the work floor that ends up with people really hurt. One time there was a cargo shipment supposed to be sent off-planet to one of those fancy magic schools and while we were loadin' it up the crane that was movin' the container malfunctioned and dropped the load crackin' it. I don't rightly know what was in it, but whatever it was began to glow all bright and spooky like. Ya don't need to be no wizard to know that means things are 'bout to go boom. I ended up havin' to drag my Ma and a dozen of the other dockworkers out of the wreckage before things exploded, though I did end up gettin' caught in that mess of a blast. Lucky fer me I'm pretty hardheaded and only ended up knocked out fer a week or two, though whoever ordered that shipment was pretty unhappy and said somethin' 'bout lost fey somethin' or other, the poor souls."

"It wasn't long after that that I knew I needed to make a change, get my Ma out of the business, and finally bein' able to relax. Main reason I'm here, good pay and steady work with some honest people is a hard offer to pass up.

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Extras

Character Quote
"Lots of folks complain 'bout bein' between a rock and a hard place. I say just look at it as a little bit of extra support to work with."

Anything Else
Clay speaks with a very noticeable Southern Drawl.

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Yjarl's thunderous voice was silenced just as quickly as it erupted from him as it was greeted with a kind, but very prompt request that he control his volume. "Oh I'm sorry, just happy to see that there are other people. Well I mean people people you know?" The blue giant said as he dawned a friendly grin and looked over the group. Normally he wouldn't of just barged into the conversation like he did, but given the circumstances they were all in Yjarl felt like it was for the best that he made sure he was involved with other people in the same trapped in a different world boat. By the look of things this conversation had been going on for a bit even before he had arrived, sending a slight sense of guilt to Yjarl's stomach that he quickly managed to push aside and recompose himself. What he could gather though was that they were all talking about how this new world work as compared to the real one. Everyone putting in their two cents of how it acted just like reality, just with a few added game features like virtual menus. Luckily, or rather unluckily, Yjarl had managed to come to these same conclusions through his bumbling.

"If we're sticking with just our character names you all can just call me Yjarl, it is a real time saver. If I would of known I was going to end up as my character one day I would of gave him a simpler name." Yjarl said with a slight chuckle. Though by the looks of things he wasn't the only one with a slightly funny name, he really apricated the obvious Ganondorf word play. In the middle of his thought about names he heard a slight ping before a screen popped up in front of his face, sending a slight jolt through his massive frame. "That is going to take some getting use to." He said half to himself as he read over the text. It was a friend request, it seemed that this world was definitely more game like than he expected. Yjarl tentatively reached out one of his massive fingers to press the accept button, half expecting it to simple go through the screen. As he clicked the button a small chime played as it showed the friend request was expected. "Man all of this is pretty trippy."

As he moved his attention back to the group it seemed that the majority wanted to start splitting up into smaller teams to start trying figure things out. The Orc character proposed that Yjarl join up with him in a small hunting guild of sorts to help supply food. "That sounds awesome! I'd love to lend a hand." Yjarl said as a large grin found its way onto his face. This was the type of quest Yjarl did all the time even before he was sucked into the game so he felt like he could slip into this role with no problem.

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